by Sybil Smith
Her fingers dip under the band of my underwear and I lift back up so she can pull them off. Her hands then slide up my legs and rest on my thighs, pulling them open. I feel her hands move closer to my center and I tense up.
"Don't use your hands." She looks up at me and I see understanding in her eyes.
"Okay. No hands."
She moves in and tentatively runs her tongue against me before pulling back to make sure I'm okay. I can't even answer, I just put one of my hands in her hair and pull her back against me. My head lolls back as she works her tongue against my clit, her breath hot against me. She moves up and down, from my most sensitive flesh to other parts to keep me guessing. I start panting hard as she works me up and then brings me back right before I can fall over the edge. Her tongue travels lower to my entrance and I tighten my grip in her hair.
"No. Not there."
I feel her nod against me before trailing back up and pulling my clit into her mouth. She starts doing some shit I've never felt before in my life and it is fucking amazing. I always knew she'd be good. I suck in a huge breath of air as I feel my body tense up.
"I'm com-"
I expel the air in a hiss as I feel it rip through my body. I can honestly fucking say it's the best thing I've ever experienced, hands down. My legs squeezing her, her head between my legs, her tongue rolling against me, her fingers digging into my thighs. She keeps going until I fall back against the bed and my hips jerk away from her from not being able to handle any more of her fucking amazing tongue fuckery. She pulls back and swipes her thumb across her lips as she climbs back on the bed and lays down facing me.
I can't help but smile at her as big as she's smiling at me. It was fucking amazing, and I'm glad I finally let her do it. She reaches over and trails her fingers over the contours of my face. I involuntarily shiver from the feeling of her feather light tracings on my skin.
"Thank you, Roma."
She leans in and gives me a quick kiss before pulling back a few inches from my face. I furrow my brow. I'm pretty sure I'm the one that's supposed to be thanking her for even letting me be in the same room with her.
"What for? I'm pretty sure I should be thanking you." She lets out a little laugh, amused since I really have no fucking idea what she's talking about.
"For letting me do that,” she answers. “It will always be my favorite birthday present. It definitely makes up for all the times I went without one."
Well if that doesn't just fucking break your heart, I don't know what the hell will. I haven't even met her parents, but I can already tell they must be the scum of the earth. I don't even understand how in the fucking world they didn't want to do something for her. I'd do anything just to see her smile and make her happy. It pisses me the hell off that they couldn't even take the time to do that for her. I reach over and run my finger down the length of her nose just so I can see that smile they missed out on.
"I hate that you weren't treated the way you deserved to be treated all those years, Harper." That earns me another smile. I swear her face is going to freeze like that considering how often she does it.
"Don't be. You've more than made up for it."
I say nothing because I don't even know what the fuck to say to that. I don't even know how someone as damaged as me has made up for her shitty childhood, but I'm not going to question it. Not tonight, anyway. So I just pull her close to me and run my hands across her back and down her sides, making sure to spend extra time on the places she's ticklish just to see her squirm.
After a while I start to get tired and I know she's almost out. I don't want to leave even though I know I have to again. I've only had one night where I didn't wake up in a panic in the last week, it would be risking it to stay here tonight. Even if it is her birthday and I just want to see her happy. This fucking sucks.
"Harper, I have to go."
She's barely awake so she still hears me. But instead of getting up, she just burrows her head closer into my neck.
"Five more minutes, Roma. Please"
If there was only one thing I could fucking change about the aftermath he left me with, it would be the nightmares. I want nothing more than to stay here with her. Feel her breath on my neck; smell and feel her against me throughout the night. But no, I have to leave the safety of her just to go home and escape to a sleep filled with my own personal hell. It isn't even close to fucking fair. Not to me and especially not to her. I pull her in as close as I can, pretending that if I get her close enough that time will stand still. I really, really don't want to leave.
"Okay. Five more minutes."
Chapter 15
"Harper! Is that what I think it is?"
I have to yell it since she's still upstairs packing only God knows what. But, apparently yelling isn't her style because she comes out of her room and down the stairs—dressed in all new 'camping attire' that looks absolutely ridiculous and unbelievably hot at the same time—just to answer me.
"What are you referring to?"
I know my eyes get huge as I point to this gigantic box in the floor. "Um, that. It's not going with us."
She tilts her head in this cute as hell way that normally gets me to at least compromise with her, but not this time. No fucking way. "Well, studies have shown that slee—"
"No, Harper. We are not taking an air mattress with us. It wouldn't even fit in the tent anyway."
She narrows her eyes and crosses her arms. She's about to make a point that I can't even argue with, I know it. She absolutely irritates the hell out of me with how logically right she is sometimes. No one's dared to stand up to me in a really long fucking time, but when Harper does…it turns me on like no other. Not that I'd ever let that be known, though. Then she'd probably just do it to get whatever she wanted all the time.
"Roma, if your tent is large enough to compensate for two sleeping bags, it will hold a twin sized air mattress."
Damnit. Of course, she's fucking right. But who in the hell takes an air mattress to camp in the middle of the damn woods? I'm pretty sure she even bought one with some pillow top fluff shit on it, too. Ugh. Only Harper. She's looking at me like she knows I'm going to cave and give her what she wants, so it's only necessary for me to act just a little bit difficult, right?
"Harper…" Her arms are still crossed and she just raises her eyebrows.
"Roma."
It's her 'I know I'll get what I want so why are you even fucking with me right now' tone. Shit. She knows how to play me too fucking well. Fuck it. If sleeping on this damn thing will make her happy, then it's fucking coming with us. But I'm not going to act happy about it at all.
"Fine," I turn and shoot her a look as I pick it up and walk towards the door. "But you're the one airing it up." A smile plays at her lips and I know I must've said something amusingly wrong.
"It's self-inflating."
Of fucking course it is. All I can do is roll my eyes as she sashays her cute ass out the door ahead of me.
…
It's nearly 4:30 by the time we finally show up and my bladder is about to fucking explode inside my body. I get out and go to the trunk to start pulling out our stuff, and Harper is taking her sweet ass time doing only God knows what.
"Hurry up, Harper. I have to pee." She cocks her head and raises her eyebrow.
"Most likely due to the five bottles of Pepsi you consumed in a three hour span." I turn back and start picking up the rest of the bags from the car.
"Maybe I was thirsty."
I don't want to tell her that I've been drinking more caffeine today than I have in my entire fucking life just so I won't fall asleep tonight. If I fall asleep, then there will be nightmares and all the shit they bring with them. I don't need that. And I certainly don't need a lecture on the effects caffeine has on your heart or whatever it does. Even though her google rants are fucking cute.
"You should've drank water if you were thirsty,. Carbonated beverages only…" She trails off as she follows me through thick as fuck
trees to get to a clearing about 25 yards off.
"Roma?"
"Hmm?" It's taking all I've got to not fall over from the 9000 pounds of shit I'm packing. It may be late September, but I'm sweating like a fucking whore in church on Sunday. And, I've never had to carry someone else's things down through here either which really doesn't help matters.
"Are we camping out here?"
I can't help but start laughing at her tone as I drop everything to the ground in the clearing. Of course Harper would think we'd be going to some froufrou campground with toilets made of gold. I probably should've told her we'd have to sleep and pee in the woods earlier, but I'm glad I didn't. She might not have come and I'm honestly happy she's here with me.
"Yeah, Harp. We are. But don't worry, I'll show you my favorite pissing tree."
Her eyes nearly bulge out of her head at that. I start laughing all over again as I grab a toilet paper roll and drag her out to where we can do our business and get started with the tent shit.
….
After over an hour of Harper debating the best location to set up and the most efficient way to shove that damn air mattress in my tiny as hell single person tent, I hear the clan coming. I look up and see Francis, then Jarrod, then Jarrod's newest bimbo, and…no Mom. What the actual fuck.
"Where's Mom?" Francis looks over to me from where she's setting up her state of the art tent that could hold 980 people—even though the only person she ever shares it with is Mom, wherever the fuck she is—to answer me.
"She couldn't get off work in time to leave with us. Said she'd be here later tonight, though."
"So, she's going to drive three hours by herself in the middle of the night?"
"Yeah, guess so."
Great. Not only do I have to deal with Jarrod and his skank without Mom running interference, I'll be worrying about her wrecking on her way here too. Wouldn't that be a fucking great campfire story.
I go to grab another Pepsi before I smell something I would be able to fucking recognize anywhere. My head pops up at breakneck speed—as does Francis's and Harper's—to see Jarrod and his girlfriend lighting a joint. An honest to God fucking joint. I'm so mortified and pissed right now, I can't even see straight. Harper doesn't need to see how fucked up my family is on top of how fucked up I am, too.
"Jarrod, what the hell? You do know that me and Harper are cops, right?"
"Harper and I,” Harper corrects.
I shoot Harper a look I know she doesn't really deserve because she's not the one I'm pissed at. But, it quiets for the time being. Francis walks over and grabs it from Jarrod's hands before throwing it out in the woods.
"Hey! I paid good money for that!"
Jarrod gets up and shoves Francis backwards. Francis's too nice to do anything back so I run over and push Jarrod against the nearest tree as hard as I can before he has a chance to do anything else. It knocks the breath out of him and I can tell he's struggling to speak. Sometimes I really hate him. I don’t know what made him into such an asshole. He’s literally the driving drama force in our family, causing rifts right and left.
"Aw, come on, Roma. I just figured we'd have a good time. Ya know, before Mom got here and all. That's it."
It takes all I have to not lose control and beat the living shit out of him. I won't do that in front of Harper again as long as I can help it. I let go of his shirt and start walking back over to Harper before I hear Jarrod yell out to me.
"And, ya know…maybe later I can come over and show Harper a good time, too."
Hell no. No one talks about her like that as long as I can help it. I turn around to go fuck up his sleazy ass face before I feel Harper's hand latching on to my arm.
"Roma, don't. Please."
I care about Harper a hell of a lot more than I care about my screw up brother. So if making sure no one talks shit about her means beating him up, I'd gladly do it. I go to tell her exactly that, but she's having none of it and just starts pulling me out into the woods. I normally don't get pissed at Harper, but I am right now. She kept me from doing what I wanted to do. She dragged me out to sit on some rock ledge in the middle of the fucking woods when I really just wanted to bust Jarrod's face. She took away my control. And I'm pissed at her for it. And I hate that I'm pissed because she's the one person who doesn't desrve my fucked up temper.
"I really wish you hadn't done that, Harper."
She has me sitting on a rock ledge and she's standing on the ground in between my legs with her hands resting on the tops of my thighs. I look into her eyes and there's not even a hint of uncertainty in them. Far from it, actually.
"Roma…It's just that—"
She can't even finish her sentence before her mouth is pressed against mine, her tongue sliding inside my mouth. It's frantic. Hurried. Hell, it's like she's scared I'm going to disappear in the next 2 seconds. All semblance of pissed fly straight out the fucking window as I feel her body pressing against mine and her hands cupping my face, weaving into my hair. She starts panting and moaning as I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and I'm afraid she's going to come right then and there. It'd still be fucking sexy, but it'd be a waste since I actually didn't get to touch her.
So I do what I always do and take charge of the situation. I push my hand into her pants—thanking the lord that they are stretchy enough for me to actually have room to move—and push two fingers into her none too gently. She cries out and grabs onto my upper arms, steadying herself. She shifts her legs further apart as I pull my fingers out as far as I can against the constraint of her pants before pushing back into her. I make sure my palm rubs against her clit on every upward thrust. It doesn't take long until I know she's about to come undone.
"Roma, I'm so—"
"Shhh!"
My hand stills as I hear footsteps not too far off and Francis yelling my name. I know Harper has heard hrt too, but she just starts grinding down on my fingers anyway.
"I'm really, really close, Roma."
I can see the almost pained look on her face and start thrusting into her again, praying to God she comes before Francis finds us. This is something I definitely don't want my little sister to see. Not that I'm ashamed. This is just a part of her I don't want anyone else to see besides me.
My hand starts moving faster as hear Francis's yells getting closer and closer to us.
"Come on, Harper. Hurry."
"So close, so close."
A few more thrusts are all it takes before I feel her clenching down around my hands. She burrows her face into my neck to stifle her moans as I bring her down from her release. Just as I pull my hand out of her pants, Francis comes into view.
She eyes Harper's disheveled hair and flushed face and gives me a look that means she knows exactly what we were doing. Damnit.
"Yo, Roma. I just wanted to tell you that Mom's here."
I clear my throat, trying to rid my voice of its desire induced raspiness. "Uhm, okay. We'll be there in a few minutes."
"Yeah, Yeah." She starts laughing as he turns around and starts walking back. Great. I can only imagine how Mom will react if she tells her she caught me fucking Harper in the middle of the woods.
I look up at Harper and I can tell she's pretty embarrassed about Francis catching us, too. I smile so she hopefully knows I'm not pissed about her dragging me out here or getting caught. I just want to know what brought this whole ordeal about. I'm honestly kinda concerned that my brother's offer turned her on and she had to come do this with me since she can't be with him. I can feel my stomach twist in knots the more and more I think about it and now I just really have to fucking know.
"Harper, was all of this because of what Jarrod said?"
She gets a confused look on her face before it finally dawns on her that I'm wondering if she really wants him instead of me. She reaches up and puts both hands on my cheeks and moves in so close I can feel her breath on my face.
"No, Roma. Not at all. It's just that…" She looks away as she searches for the ri
ght words to say. It must be hard knowing so much and having to go through it all to figure out the absolute correct thing to say. She finally figures it out and looks back at me.
"Remember when you saved me that night in Dorchester? That wasn't the first time someone's kept me from being physical harmed. But, this? I've never had someone stand up to defend my honor before," she lets out a light laugh, "I just found it to be very arousing."
I'm so fucking relieved that I don't even know what to do except pull her into another kiss. After I pull back all I want to do is tell her that I'll protect her fucking honor every damn day if I have to because she's mine and I'll do anything for her. But then I realize that would surely bring about a conversation about possessiveness that I really don't even want to have right now. So I just kiss her again before taking her hand and walking back the way we came.
…
It's almost completely dark when we get back to camp. Francis and Jarrod are cooking something that smells absolutely terrible over a fire. Mom nearly shits herself when she looks up and sees me holding Harper's hand. Like I said, it's a really big fucking deal and even Ma knows it. She runs over to us and drags us over to sit in some chairs by the fire.
"Don't worry girls, I brought food! I know you both have to be starving and I wouldn't dare make you eat any of that."
Before I can say I'd rather not sit out here and watch Jarrod sucking face with his two-cent woman, she's plopping her lasagna down on two plates for us and sitting them on our laps.
"This looks exquisite, Mrs. Raine." I roll my eyes at Harper's politeness. Mom is going to disown me and adopt her if she keeps this up.
"Harper, dear, call me Julie. Mrs. Raine makes me feel like an old lady." I knew it. Mom loves her.
"Of course. Julie it is." Harper shoots her one of her best smiles and I'm pretty sure Mom almost faints. It makes me feel just a little less pathetic to know Harper has that effect on everyone and not just me.
After a few minutes of silently eating, I can feel Mom's eyes boring a hole in my head. I know she's got something on her mind that I'm definitely not going to like.